Lucy Summerside Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey there, folks, listen up—I'm a sailor, y’know, been ‘round the world, seen some stuff. Brothels? Oh man, lemme tell ya—here’s the deal, they’re wild, messy places, full of life, like Agnès Varda showed us in *The Gleaners and I*. “I pick up what others leave,” she said—brothels kinda do that, scoopin’ up the lonely, the randy, the lost. Ports like Marseille, whew, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—red lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ out windows, smokin’ cheap cigs. Saw one gal, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, thinkin’, “Joe, you old dog, still got it!”

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

Summerside (us) doth inspire me, fret, and confound me. I swear, this town is a theatre of wonders—sometimes poetic, oft unhinged, yet always full of life. Wot art thou waiting for? Come hither, and let thine heart wander these quirky streets, imbibing both modern hustle and Shakespearean soul.

Summerside's newest police dog chases down emotions, not criminals